Monday, April 10, 2006

89. How Many Nights - Galway Kinnell

How many nights
have I lain in terror,
O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,

only to walk out
the next morning over the frozen world
hearing under the creaking of snow
faint, peaceful breaths . . .
bear, earthworm, ant . . .

and above me a wild crow crying 'yaw yaw yaw'
from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.